A Love Letter

Ode to Halloween Candy

Your bright packaging draws my eye

Orange, black, silver, and gold

I try to look away but a glint of light

Catches on your cellophane and foil

“Come to me”, you call

“No”, I say. “I need you not”.

“You do need me. You know you do!”

“I shouldn’t”, I say. But even as I say these words,

I look down to find you in my hands.

Feeling much like Alice in her Rabbit Hole

“Eat Me”, is what you seem to say.

Unlike Alice, I know which way I will grow

Bigger and bigger and bigger

“It’s only once a year. Surely, it’s okay…”

The wrapper crinkles in my hand. It tempts my very core.

As I feel the package tear into two, the chocolate grazes…

“Mommy. May I have a piece of candy?”

“Of course, dear. Please take this one”

Aah. Disaster averted. (Until next year).



    • says


      You and I share a love for food. Of course, you wax rhapsodically about beautiful homemdae pasta and fruit and I go on and on about cheap Halloween candy. Alas!

      Love you my friend!


  1. says

    My daughter always gets me with “Mommy, can I have one of each kind…and you can too. I’ll make some tea and it will be a tea party”

    How can I say no to that?

  2. says

    That’s adorable. My recent late-night dips into the TOT bags are….embarrassing to say the least. I have NO self control. None.